Tonight I was able to finish the base for a caterpillar bracelet. It’s a blue-green sea theme hence the shell button. (The color isn’t off, the base IS actually yellow.)
Another mini cat tax.
Tonight I was able to finish the base for a caterpillar bracelet. It’s a blue-green sea theme hence the shell button. (The color isn’t off, the base IS actually yellow.)
Another mini cat tax.
Made some beads from a kit I got from Eclectica Beads. It’s supposed to be necklace but I think I’m going to incorporate it into something else as I’m not digging it too much as a necklace.
Mini Cat Tax.
Finished the dice bag! Used twine for the drawstring for now but I plan on switching it out to a cord later.
Later that night, I working on a gnome house pillow that I thought turned out just okay. It was cuter when it was flat and I now wish I’d turned it into a totebag more than a pillow. It was fun going through my stash to find all the green bits and bobs.
Cat Tax.
Day 1 of 30 days of crafting involved a lot of starts and stops. I started to work on a felt flower headband but couldn’t find my glue sticks so I put that away. Then I started on a watercolor mini poster but sort of hated how it was turning out so I actually tossed it (not the watercolors) and then settled on this large scalemail bag I started last year and set aside.
I still need to add the cinch drawstring to the top which I should be able to finish tonight.
Cat Tax.
He came to us as Goose. We found him one Friday night in January during an impromptu visit to the Wisconsin Humane Society. I’d been visiting off and on for three years, ooh-ing and aww-ing at all the wiggly ones, the scared ones, and the hopeful ones. He caught my eye initially because I have a penchant for herding dogs and he looked like an Australian Cattle Dog mix. We had our paperwork on file and got to play with him right away. Despite being in a shelter, despite all the stress of other stressed out dogs, strange people, and chemical smells, he responded to us right away. In the play area, we called him by his shelter name and he’d come running to us like he’d known us all his life. He was bright, responded to our new-to-him voices, and seemed so happy. We got him that night.